Simulating those immortal lords mentioned earlier who possess over four hundred Dao principles, a single basic attack could wipe out life within a range of hundreds of billions of light-years across the land.
With just a little time, we can annihilate all life forms below the level of immortals in this ancient and desolate world!
In the end, it will only be a chaotic battle between true immortals... So why did those immortals mentioned above bring a group of Mahayana and loose immortals there?
Yun Shou: "..."
A sudden chill ran through him.
I thought of a dark, utterly messed-up possibility.
"Those cultivators below the True Immortal level were taken there, not to kill them on the spot to earn some points... or some divine light, right?"
"The so-called Primordial Wilderness is actually a complete lie by the immortals!"
"The claims of obtaining 'wild fruits' and 'primordial divine light' are true, nine parts true and one part false, but the most crucial part is a lie."
"There is no environment inside to accelerate cultivation, nor can the myriad races compete freely in the Frosty Sky. Below the True Immortal level, there is never a chance to obtain the Wild Fruit, or even a chance to survive."
“Each Immortal Lord, Immortal King, or Immortal was responsible for gathering a large number of followers at the fifth or sixth realm, and leading this group of underlings into the Primordial Wilderness, where they were swallowed up by the great calamity of heaven and earth.”
"The immortal asked his follower to choose red—and then he chose blue."
"The moment he actually goes in, he will turn around and kill all his underlings, and get a batch of points that are enough to guarantee his safety."
"Those with the strength should continue fighting, becoming enemies of True Immortals from other factions, and racking up more points."
"Those without strength can also hide and rack up some minor achievements. As long as they bring enough followers in at the beginning, even without fighting to plunder the divine light, they might still be able to get the Wild Fruit by surviving to the end..."
"After all, the true immortals who know the truth and still dare to go in must all have extraordinary abilities, such as the Dao principles that conceal their aura, or powerful combat strength that makes them difficult to kill."
Yun Shou conjured up a rather conspiracy-like scenario in his mind.
However, relying solely on the brief description on the simulator, he obtained incomplete information, and the conclusions he drew from this were naturally incorrect.
For example, the simulation of Thirteen clearly shows that in the previous few sessions of the Primordial Desolate Heaven, after the 3000-year struggle period, there were always True Immortals leading people out.
Moreover, among those brought in to participate were some sons of Immortal Emperors and daughters of Immortal Kings. They hadn't even reached the seventh realm. If it really was that conspiracy theory, then the benefits for these children of high-level cultivators wouldn't outweigh the dangers; it would be pure suicide.
Most importantly—before the Primordial Desolate Heaven actively devoured the starry sky and launched the three-thousand-year event, as long as one possessed the power of 7e24 Thorns, it was possible to forcibly break through the world wall and enter. Thirteen had already gone in and seen it in the future!
[Among them, the Seven Realms will be restricted during the Great Calamity of Heaven and Earth. Whether they are True Immortals from the outside world or Pseudo Immortals from the Primordial Desolate Heaven, their true forms will be sealed within the "Primordial Desolate Divine Palace" for three thousand years.]
However, they can also participate in this event.
After sealing their original forms, the Primordial Desolate Heaven will proactively assign them a "heaven-made body," allowing them to walk among mortals in this near-immortal form.
[The strength of this naturally formed physical body... is enough to revert a true immortal or pseudo-immortal to their pre-immortality state. For example, if someone becomes an immortal with 36 seals, their strength will be reduced to their state at the 36th level of the Heavenly Realm. If someone becomes a pseudo-immortal by obtaining the Desolate Fruit at the 29th level, then the body they are given will be at the state at the 29th level of the Heavenly Realm.]
Whether true or false immortal, those who descend using this body cannot continue cultivating or grow stronger; they can only maintain a constant level of power, choose a color, and join a faction until their consciousness returns to their original body 3000 years later.
[In 4040, just one year from now, the Primordial Wilderness will unleash a new cataclysmic event, engulfing countless worlds scattered across a vast expanse of starry sky.]
[After you broke through the world barrier outside that desolate continent, which was much harder than the cosmic membrane, you crashed into it a year ahead of schedule.]
"Then Brother Cheng is really amazing."
[Many True Immortals with hundreds of Dao Principles, like you, entered before the Great Tribulation began to make various arrangements and win over some local natives.]
[Some True Immortals offered benefits to forces trapped in the Primordial Desolate Heaven for 100,000 or 200,000 years, promising that if they helped them obtain the Desolate Fruit, they could take them away from this continent and back to the starry sky.]
After all, many of the forces that were swallowed up 100,000 or 200,000 years ago lost contact with their hometowns and relatives outside, or were unable to adapt to the environment here.
Even if some of them obtain the Desolate Fruit and become pseudo-immortals, possessing supreme power, they will ultimately be unable to leave the Primordial Desolate Heaven, merely living in this cage spanning hundreds of thousands of light-years.
You see a technologically advanced city, next to which are wild, desolate mountains. Above the mountains floats a vast, azure ocean, and beyond that, another floating island of lava rises, beneath which stand clusters of mage towers.
Different worlds and civilizations were forcibly pieced together, and they coexisted.
[You've traveled to various places and found the streets sparsely populated. The vast majority of ordinary people, knowing what was about to happen, had hidden themselves away hundreds of years in advance, relocated by certain forces to relatively safe environments such as underground.]
Although they also had to choose corresponding divine light colors and divide into factions, the achievements that mortals could attain were already few, and generally no one would actively attack them.
[But not attacking them to compete for the Divine Light... doesn't mean they won't try to achieve an "Assassin of Ten Thousand" title, so they try to stay away from high-level battlefields as much as possible.]
[Year 4041.]
The time has come.
A great calamity has begun!
You look up and see the sky over the desolate continent change color. Countless black holes expand across the heavens, swallowing up worlds hundreds of millions of light-years away, swarming towards the earth like locusts.
The sky is falling and the earth is splitting open!
The "barbaric" and "wild" in "Barbaric Continent" are indeed aptly chosen; while both involve dimensional merging, the merging here is far more brutal and devastating than that of the Primordial Heaven Realm!
"Typo".
Many worlds plummeted straight down from the sky, like plane crashes!
"Damn, so you were making a hellish joke!"
This was an incredibly forceful absorption and fusion; over 70% of the world was forcibly shoved into the desolate continent. Although there was some buffering during the final contact and fusion, the remaining impact was still enough to kill any unprotected beings at the first realm or below.
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